Page 50 of Pretty Little Scars

“No one’s ever ...” She clears her throat. “I’m no virgin, but no one has ever?—”

“What we’renotgoing to do,” I say calmly as I nuzzle my nose over her pubis, “is talk about the fact that either of us has ever been with someone else. That’s a given, and doesn’t need to be discussed, unless there are diseases or children involved.”

I raise an eyebrow, and she shakes her head.

“Good. Now, the fact that no one has ever eaten this fuckinggorgeouspussy is both a travesty and the best news I’ve ever heard because that means it’smineand only mine.”

With our eyes still locked, I lean in and brush my nose over her clit, and she whimpers. When my tongue makes the same motion, she sucks in a deep breath and holds it.

And when I melt into her, pushing my tongue inside her pussy and sucking her lips into my mouth, she raises her hips off the bed and cries out, her fingers threading into my hair and holding on tight.

“Oh God. Fuck, Tucker, yes.”

I move my tongue up and down her slit, drinking in every delicious drop of her. And when I push two fingers into her tight pussy, she clamps around them, and I can feel the walls already trembling around me, on the verge of an orgasm.

“Are you going to come for me, you perfect girl?” Fuck, she’s amazing. Her little noises, the way she smells, and absolutely theway she tastes on my tongue. I’ll never get enough of her. I’ll be craving this with her for the rest of my life.

“Shit yes. Jesus, I need to come.”

I push her legs wide, opening her to me more, and lap at her, making her move her head side to side, her breaths coming fast and shallow.

And suddenly, her legs start to shake, and I realize that I’m humping my fucking bed, grinding my hard, weeping cock into the mattress, and on the precipice of coming myself as I consume her.Fuck, I’m addicted to her after just the first time. This will never be enough.

“Tucker!”

“Come for me, Duchess. Fuck, you’re so goddamn beautiful.”

I can’t stop my hips from pushing as she shatters against my mouth, squirting all over me and making a spectacular mess of my bed.

“Pull that shirt up.” My voice is hard, commanding, as I boost up onto my knees and pull my cock out, stroking hard and fast, and I come all over her stomach and pussy, thick ropes of cum joining the mess she already made. “Fuuuuuuck.”

We’re both breathing hard, our eyes pinned to each other as I lean over and kiss her.

She clings to me, holding me to her as she kisses me back.

“I taste good,” she whispers against my lips, and I swear to God, my cock jerks.

“You are the best thing I’ve ever had in my mouth,” I reply and then nuzzle her nose. “And the sexiest damn woman ever born.”

She sighs contentedly, but I suck on her neck, and she makes that sweet little whimper in the back of her throat that I love.

“That was just round one, Duchess.”

“There are rounds?”

“Several,” I confirm, and nibble up to her ear. “I’m going to fuck you all night long. I haven’t even been inside you yet.”

“Mm, I’m so down for that.”

I go to pick her up, to take her to the shower so I can wash us off and start all over again, but her phone starts to ring.

“Shit,” she whispers and rolls to the side of the bed where her phone sits and grabs it. “This is Dr. Fisher.”

“Take it.”

I run my hand up and down her back, still covered in my shirt, when her spine goes rigid, and her eyes fly to mine.

“How far apart are her contractions?”